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Thursday, 8 September 2011

The caption underneath read:
"i found this old newspaper clipping in a poetry book that i got at a flea market, i also found a daisy and a love letter"

Thursday, 1 September 2011

Snowdrops - Mary Vivien


I like to think
      That, long ago,
     There fell to earth
               Some flakes of snow
           Which loved this cold, 
            Grey world of ours
          So much, they stayed
                As snowdrop flowers.

                                                                                                                            Mary Vivien   

I'd Choose to be a Daisy

I'd Choose to be a Daisy

I'd choose to be a daisy,
If I might be a flower;
Closing my petals softly
At twilight's quiet hour;
And waking in the morning,
When falls the early dew,
To welcome Heaven's bright sunshine,
And Heaven's bright tear-drops too.

I'd choose to be a skylark,
If I might be a bird;
My song should be the loudest
The sun has ever heard;
I'd wander through the cloudland,
Far, far above the moon,
And reach right up to heaven,
Where it is always noon.

And yet I think I'd rather
Be changed into a lamb,
And in the fields spend pleasant days
A-playing by my dam.
But then, you see, I cannot be
A flower, or bird or lamb.
And why? Because I'm made to be
The little child I am!